Trust

Chapter Five Harbor (Kind of)

I look around the Harbor class nervously. Olivia waves me over to her seat, and I smile weakly. Her jaw is already bruising. I walk slowly over to the seat she saved next to her in the front.

When I reach her seat, she smiles softly. "I'm fine." She says, correctly guessing where my mind was. She touches her jaw gingerly. "Just a bruise." She says, wincing.

I nod, not quite believing her. She looks at something behind me and smiles, trying not to laugh."What?" I ask, turning around. Travis is talking with the teacher and I feel myself blush. Trying to be modest, I pretend it's anger. (Like that's going to work.)

Olivia gives up trying not to laugh and bursts out giggling. When she gets done, she recieves my glare. Unfazed she says into between gasps for air, "How many... classes... do... you have.... with him now?"

"First period, second period, now here. Can't believe I never noticed the guy..." I mumble the last sentence, but she hears it.

"Why? Because he's cute, hot, and nice? Or because he's in every class you have so far? But if you have a crush on him-" I open my mouth to object, but she waves me off with her hand- "You  know you do. Anyways, if you have a crush on him, the more classes you have with him, the better."

At this I pretend to push her out of the seat. She laughs, then raises her hand, waving someone over. I roll my eyes, pulling out my sketchbook.

I hear footsteps heading toward both of us, and I look at Olivia over my sketchbook. "You didn't just tell him to come over here, did you?" I ask, but the bell rings as I ask the question.

My question is answered, however, as Travis sits next to Olivia. Olivia glances around the room quickly, then, seeing no teacher, whispers something to Travis and gathers her things.

I quickly look down at my book and start to sketch out a head. As the teacher walks up to the front of the room, I pretend to follow her footsteps. But... I'm really glancing at Travis every other second. The classroom is in eerie silence, but that's usual for Ms. Gilbert's class.

She is short, fat, white hair, my best guess in age around 50 to 60, and wears glasses. Today she is wearing a blue dress with a red jacket over it.

Ms. Gilbert is very strict and gets mad easily. She also treats all of her students like kindergartners. No, I'm not just saying that. Seriously, she told us how to spell tool. In Reading HONORS class, I mean.

Harbor isn't that bad... With her here. Usually though, she leaves... doing who knows what.

Harbor is hell. Like, really. One time, there had been a fight. Well, not really a fair one. Angelina's gang was holding the poor girl and Angelina was punching and kicking her.

Angelina got suspended for a week, and the girl? She got blamed for the fight, thanks to Angelina have everyone wrapped around her finger. She got kicked out of the school.

Yeah. Harbor is always wild.

Travis smiles at me. "Hey Tabitha."

I sigh. "Yeah?"

"Why is this called Harbor?"

"I dunno, ask the principal." I reply, shrugging my shoulders.

"Can we go to the library during it?" He asks, with a glimmer in his eye.

"We're in it, dummy. Anyways, yeah I guess."

"Cool!" He almost shouts getting up and (literally) running to the teacher before she left the room.

I look down at my sketch currently. Guess I won't be drawing much today.

Olivia winks at me and I give her a pointed glare in return.

In reply she answers, "Can I come to supervise this... date in the school library?"

"No." I say, turning around and walking off.

Library time. I sigh heavily.

"Come on Travis." I say, beckoning him downstairs.